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Bianchi (Vitaly Valentinovich, 1894-1959) He was an outstanding Soviet children's literature writer who described nature as his object. He grew up in a distinguished family of biologists in Leningrad. Under the influence of his father, he also became a biologist, nature explorer and researcher. In 1923, his debut novel "The Travels of the Red-Headed Sparrow" was published in a children's magazine. Over the next 35 years, he worked tirelessly to create more than 300 novels, fairy tales, essays and stories for young readers, which were widely disseminated around the world and became the world's leading children's literature. important parts of.

The original title of "The Adventures of Little Ant" is "The Little Ant Rushes Home Before the Sun Sets". This fairy tale aims to bring young children into the world of insects. It starts from "ants have a strong sense of time" and "whoever comes home late will be locked up outside for the night". It also writes about an insect with an injured foot. In order to get home before the sun sets, the little ant gets help from caterpillars, spiders, goldenrods, beetles, grasshoppers, water bugs, scarabs, and leaf rollers along the way. It overcomes various difficulties and finally blocks the last entrance. Returned home before. In the process of this adventure, the writer wrote about the dangerous situation of the little ant being playful because of being "small", injuring a leg because of being playful, and almost not being able to sleep in his home because of being playful, but he died because of being "small" Can gain the sympathy of various insects; write down the characteristics of various insects that have helped the little ants; write down the various feelings of the little ants moving forward on the backs of various insects. These feelings are written in a specific, realistic, vivid and vivid way. Fun and full of personality.

Bianchi's fairy tales are all very scientific and not outlandish. Their main function is to arouse young children's interest in observing animals and plants and establish a deep relationship with nature.

This fairy tale with insects as the protagonists puts all the adventures of the little ant (such as crossing the potato field, crossing the wall, crossing the river, etc.) into a short period of time before the sun sets. In this way, the story becomes tense, tightly structured, and complete, like a container with a small mouth and a big belly, artistically "hooping" several unrelated contents together, achieving the goal of writing many insect characteristics in one fairy tale. Purpose. If you are not an expert, you cannot do this.

·Wei Wei·

The Adventures of the Little Ant

The little ant climbed up the birch tree. He climbed to the top of the tree and looked down. The ant nest he lived on was very small.

The little ant squatted on a leaf, thinking: "I will rest on the tree for a while, and it will be fine if I go down slowly."

Ants have a strong sense of time: Sun As soon as it turns west, run back quickly. As soon as the sun sinks below the horizon, the ants block all entrances, exits and passages, and then go to sleep. Anyone who came home late was locked up outside for the night.

The sun set towards the forest.

The little ant squatted on the leaf and thought to himself: "It doesn't matter, I can make it in time. I'll catch it soon."

The leaf where the little ant squatted has turned yellow. Alright, done. As soon as the wind blew, the leaf fell down.

This leaf is floating, floating through the forest, across the river, and across the village.

The little ants flew in the air along with the dead leaves, sometimes high and sometimes low. He almost died of fright. The wind blew the leaves over a meadow outside the village and dropped them there. A leaf fell on a stone and injured the little ant's foot. He pondered on the stone: "My little head is broken. I can't go home now. The surrounding area is flat. If everything is fine, I can run home in one fell swoop, but now it's bad: My My feet hurt so much. I'm still hungry, and all I can do is chew on the mud."

The little ant looked around: There was a caterpillar lying next to it. Although a caterpillar is an insect, it has legs on its front body and legs on its hind body.

The little ant said to the caterpillar: "Caterpillar, caterpillar, carry me home on your back. My legs hurt."

The little caterpillar said: "You shouldn't be able to Bite me on my back?"

"I won't bite you."

"Then sit on my back and I will carry you home."

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The little ant climbed onto the caterpillar's back. The caterpillar arched its back, its hind feet touched its front feet, and its tail touched its head. Then it straightened again and lay on the ground like a twig. It's like measuring land, so it's called a "land-measuring worm." After he lay down straight, he arched his body again. The caterpillar just walked forward, measuring the ground.

The little ant was on the back of the caterpillar, rising to the sky, falling to the ground, turning its head to the ground, and turning its head to the sky.

"I can't stand it anymore!" The little ant cried sadly, "Stop! Or I will bite you!"

The caterpillar stopped and lay straight. on the ground. The little ants crawled down. He was out of breath.

The little ant looked around: There was a piece of grass in front of him, with some broken grass stems lying across the grass.

There was a spider striding on the grass. Look at his thin feet, like walking on stilts, and his head swinging up and down between the thin feet.

"Spider, hey, spider, carry me home on your back! My feet hurt so much."

"Well, come up, I'll carry you."

The little ant couldn't climb up, so he had to climb up along the spider's feet, climbed to the height of the knees, and then climbed down from the knees to the spider's back, because the spider's knees were higher than the back.

The spider started to walk on stilts, one foot here, the other foot there; he had eight legs at a time, like eight knitting needles, dangling in the eyes of the ants go. But the spider walked too slowly, dragging its big belly on the ground. Walking so slowly, the little ant became impatient. He almost bit the spider. At this time, we happened to be on a smooth road.

The spider stopped.

"Come down," he said, "there is an insect crawling over there, and he will bite my feet off."

The little ant crawled off the spider's back Come down.

"Golden flower insect, golden flower insect, carry me home on your back! My feet hurt so much."

"Come up, I can take you back quickly Home."

As soon as the little ant climbed onto the back of the golden flower insect, the golden flower insect's six legs started running! His feet ran as smoothly as a horse.

The six-legged horse ran and ran, as if flying in the air, without feeling any shock or panic.

In the blink of an eye, they ran to the potato field.

"Come down now," said the golden flower insect. "You have to jump to cross the potato field. My feet can't jump. You can find another horse to ride on."

The little ant had to climb down.

For the little ant, the potato branch is simply a dense forest. To cross this "dense forest", even strong legs will have to run for a whole day. And the sun was almost setting.

Suddenly, the little ant heard someone calling him:

"Hey, Ant, let me carry you on my back. I can jump you all the way in one go."

< p> The little ant turned around, and there was a small beetle standing next to it, so small that it was almost invisible.

"You are too small! You can't carry me."

"How big are you! Come on, I say it's okay."

The little ant hesitantly climbed onto the little beetle's back, which was so small that it could only just put the ant's feet.

"Climbed up?"

"Climbed up."

"Climb up and hold on!"

Little beetle A pair of front legs extend from under the body. This foot is like a spring, "swiping" to stand up straight. Lo and behold, he was sitting on the potato patch. "Brush" once, jump to the second border, "brush" once, jump to the third border.

The little beetle kept jumping "swishingly" until it jumped to the fence.

The little ant asked the little beetle:

"Can you jump over this fence?"

"I can't jump over the fence, it's too high. Go and beg." Grasshopper, help, he can do it."

"Grasshopper, grasshopper, take me home! My feet hurt so much."

"Get on my neck. Let’s go.”

The little ant rode on the grasshopper’s neck.

The grasshopper’s hind legs are very long, folded in half and tucked under the belly. He lifted his hind legs high in the air and jumped into the air, like a beetle. Then he spread the wings on his back with a click, and the grasshopper flew over the wall and landed quietly on the ground.

"Stop!" said the grasshopper, "We are here."

When the little ant looked forward, he found that there was a river in front of him: he could not swim across it in a year.

The sun sets lower.

The grasshopper said:

"I can't jump across this river. It's too wide. Just wait, I'll call you a swimming bug, and he can carry you across the river. Go."

With a splash, the little ant looked and saw a boat with legs floating on the water.

When I took a closer look, I realized that it was not a boat at all, but a floating water bug.

"Floating water bug, floating water bug, carry me home on your back! My feet hurt so much."

"Okay, you squat on my back and I will carry you. Cross the river."

The little ant squatted on the back of the water bug. The water bugs bounced off the shore and strode across the water like they were walking on land.

The sun sets lower.

"My dear, walk faster!" the little ant requested. "I won't be able to enter the house!"

"I can walk faster." said the water bug.

The water bug sped up! He pushed up and down with his legs, sliding on the water like an ice skate. Soon, we reached the other side in one go.

"Can't you run on the ground?" asked the little ant.

"It's too hard for me to walk on land. My feet can't slide on land. Look, there's a forest ahead. You can find another horse."

The little ant looked forward and saw a large forest standing in front of him, towering into the sky. The treetops have begun to block the sun. No, the little ant can't make it home today!

"Look," said the water bug, "your horse is here."

The little ant saw a scarab beetle crawling by. . This scarab beetle was too bulky and inflexible. How could he jump very far if he was carried on his back? However, he stopped as soon as the water bug called him.

"Scarab, scarab, carry me home! My feet hurt so much."

"Where do you live?"

"In In an ant nest behind the forest."

"It's really not close... What can I do? Come up, I'll take you back to the ant nest."

So the little ant crawled. On the hard shell of the scarab beetle.

"Have you sat down?"

"Sit down."

"Where have you been sitting?"

" Sit on your back!"

"Hey, you are so stupid! Climb on my head."

The little ant climbed on the scarab beetle's head. Well, it's a good thing that I didn't stay on his back just now - no, his back was split in two, and his two hard wings flew high. The hard wings of the beetle are like two overturned small basins, and another pair of wings stretches out from under the basin. This pair of wings is thin, transparent, wider and longer than the upper pair of wings.

The hard-shelled insect puffed and then made a whirring sound, like a motor starting.

"Good uncle," the little ant begged, "please hurry up! Come on, dear!"

The scarab did not answer the little ant, but kept puffing and puffing. Angry.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the thin wings started to tremble and began to take off. "Hush! Hush! Hush...! Spit-spit-spit-spit!" The scarab beetle flew into the air. He was like a small piece of wood thrown up, higher than the forest.

The little ant saw from above that the sun was almost touching the ground.

The scarab beetle flew harder. The little ant can't even breathe.

"Hush! Hush! Hush! Spit-spit-spit!" The chafer flew, hissing through the air like a bullet.

The forest flashed by them.

Lo and behold, the birch forest familiar to the little ants appeared, and the ants were under them.

The scarab stopped the motor on a birch tree and sat on the branch with a chirp.

"Good uncle, dear uncle!" the little ant said gratefully, "Do I have to climb down by myself? My legs hurt badly and my neck was sprained."

The scarab beetle folded its thin wings. The hard shell covers the thin wings from above. Then slowly and carefully fold the thin wings completely.

The scarab thought for a while and said: "I don't know how you are going to get down. I don't dare to fly to the ant nest and let you ants bite you. The pain is unbearable. What should you do? Go down, just go down."

The little ant looked down and saw that his home was under the birch forest.

The little ant glanced at the sun. Part of the sun had already fallen to the ground.

He looked around. There were either branches or leaves, or leaves or branches.

Even if the little ant falls headlong, it will not land on the ant nest.

By chance, he saw a leafroller squatting next to him, spitting out a shiny filament from its mouth and winding it around the branch.

"Leafroller, leafroller, hang me home! One more minute later, and I will be locked out and unable to sleep at home."

"Wait! Didn't you see me spinning?"

"Everyone sympathizes with me and doesn't chase me away. You are the first to be so rude to me!"

< p> The little ant couldn't bear it anymore, so it pounced on him and bit him!

When the leaf roller was frightened, it flipped from the branch to the bottom of the branch. The little ant clung to the leafroller's body tightly. After a while, they hung down from above together.

They hang on a thin wire, and the top of the thin wire is tightly wrapped around the branch and will not fall off.

The little ants swayed on the leaf roller, like a swing. The filaments are long and long, hanging from above. This is the thread spun out from the belly of the leaf roller. It is pulled tightly but will not break. Little ants and leaf rollers kept hanging down and down.

Below them is an ant nest. The nest is currently busy with people coming and going, and the entrance and exit are blocked with soil.

The exits and entrances were blocked one after another, and finally there was only one entrance left. The little ant turned over with the leaf roller and arrived home.

At this time, the sun completely set.

(Translated by Wei Wei)